Today the UN confirmed what we already know: Israel is committing genocide and deliberately targeting children.
DELIBERATELY KILLING CHILDREN
There should be wall-to-wall coverage, notifications, posts and outrage. But Israel is the perpetrator and the children are Palestinian.
Israeli authorities and security forces deliberately targeted Palestinian children, resulting in genocide, crimes against humanity and war crimes in Gaza, and war crimes in the occupied West Bank, an independent UN inquiry said https://t.co/61poVhRzmR
Imagine being forced to give someone 6.2% of your paycheck, every single check, every month, for 30 to 50 years of your life.
And that person said, "Don't worry, I'm holding this for you and will pay it back to you on a monthly basis, when you retire at 65."
And then they said, "Nah, just kidding. I meant when you retire at 67. And at that time, I'll only give you 70% of what you paid me."
And then they said, "Oops, I spent all your money. You're out of luck."
That's the U.S. government.
Iran left a note in SoFi Stadium's locker room thanking LA for its hospitality at the World Cup.
"From the ancient Persia of thousands of years ago to the civilized Iran of today, the spirit of Iran remains alive and steadfast."
"We came to Los Angeles with pride, competed with honor, and leave with dignity."
"May peace, respect, and friendship prevail among all nations."
The Lessons I Learned from My Dad
I am not the man my father is.
I am trying. Some days closer. Some days farther.
He never sat me down and explained these lessons. He lived them. I’m still learning them.
Show up.
The kitchen table. The hospital room. The funeral. The picket line. The call from the son who won’t answer.
Show up.
Most days that’s the whole job.
My whole life I watched him do it. Not for cameras. Not for headlines. Not because there was something in it for him. He showed up because someone needed him.
I learned that grief doesn’t make you special.
My father buried a wife and daughter. He buried a son. Yet he never treated grief as a claim on other people’s sympathy. Instead, it made him notice theirs.
A mother who lost a child. A father sitting beside a hospital bed. A kid scared about what comes next. A son who lost his mother, his sister, his brother.
He always noticed.
I learned that power is not the point.
The people who chase power eventually confuse the office with themselves.
My father never did.
Whether he was a county councilman, a senator, vice president, or president, he was the same man.
The title changed.
He didn’t.
I learned that family comes first.
The train from Wilmington wasn’t symbolism.
It was every night.
He read to us. Showed up to games. Sat through hospital rooms. Waited up for children who were lost.
And when the day came that the country and the family could not both have him at full strength, he chose family. He relinquished the last chapter of how he wanted to be remembered. And he never complained about it.
Most of all, I learned that love is not soft.
Love is discipline.
Love is showing up at one in the morning when nobody is watching.
Love is answering the phone.
Love is staying.
Love is getting back up after life knocks you down and doing it all again tomorrow.
That love saved my life.
I’ve failed at many of these lessons, sometimes in very public ways.
He loved me anyway.
That’s the last lesson.
I am not trying to become my father.
I am trying to carry what he gave me.
And if I can do that, even imperfectly, that will be enough.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you.
The Strait of Hormuz is closed again because Israel instantly violated the ceasefire and bombed a series of villages in Lebanon. Of course, they did. We will never have peace with an ally like Israel. If we let them, they are very clear that they will drag us into endless wars.
I was walking alone in the streets of Gaza City a short while ago, late at night. I did not expect this brief walk to become one of the most difficult moments I have experienced since the beginning of the war.
The city is completely engulfed in darkness. There are no streetlights, no lit homes, and no signs of normal life. Among the tents spread everywhere, rats were moving in large numbers, as if they had become part of the daily scene people have grown used to seeing.
I saw people lying on the sidewalks and sleeping on the roads because they had nowhere else to go. I saw a man searching through garbage bags in the dark of night for something to ease his hunger or meet his family’s needs. Along the roadside, dozens of people sat outside, escaping the suffocating heat inside the tents, which have turned into ovens with the arrival of summer.
I also heard the sound of a severe, continuous cough coming from inside a tent an elderly woman coughing in a way that reflected deep exhaustion, as if her body could no longer endure, with no medicine or ability to help in that moment.
In the midst of this darkness, I heard babies crying because there was no milk available, and a young girl screaming from inside a tent, crying to her mother because insects had bitten her feet again for the second or third time that night.
I returned wishing I had not gone out that night. I realized more than ever that this city no longer resembles the life we once knew. What is happening here cannot be understood through images or numbers alone. Anyone who wants to see the true scale of the suffering must see Gaza after sunset, when everything disappears except pain.
Dear Joe,
I wish I could sit down with you face to face and explain why so many of us were offended by the UFC fight on the South Lawn of the White House.
For me, it had nothing to do with the UFC or who showed up for the fights. The brand you and Dana have built is a bona fide American success story. More power to you. As for the fighters, in my book, anyone brave enough to put it all on the line in the arena is remarkable to witness. Their dedication and discipline inspire me. I don’t understand anyone who can’t admire that.
And as for the people who attended, I, for one, love Shane Gillis. I think he’s hilarious and brilliant. It was a show. A once-in-a-lifetime spectacle. I can’t blame anyone for wanting to witness it firsthand.
My problem is that I believe some of our public spaces are sacred. And unlike many of the great powers that came before us, these American monuments belong to all of us. Not to whoever happens to hold power at the moment.
The White House does not belong to Donald Trump. It does not belong to any President. It belongs to the people. To treat it as Caesar treated the Colosseum is antithetical to everything our founding fathers fought for.
This is not Rome. Presidents are not emperors doling out bread and circuses for the peasants. The White House is the People’s House. This “celebration” could have happened in any stadium within a stone’s throw of the South Lawn. No one would have had an issue with it.
But that was obviously Donald Trump’s whole point. By holding the event on the South Lawn, what he was saying to the rest of us is:
“This is my house. I own it. I will do with it what I please. I’ll build a colosseum and have the gladiators fight under my gaze. I’ll tear down the East Wing. I’ll pave over the Rose Garden. I’ll cover everything in gold and marble. I’ll erase the names of all the men who came before me.”
The fights were an exhibition of imperial domination, not a celebration of our 250th anniversary as a democracy.
The White House is not Buckingham Palace. It is not the Palace of Versailles. It is not the Forbidden City of Beijing. It does not belong to an emperor, or a king, or a commissar.
The White House belongs to us. All of us. The person who sits behind the Resolute Desk in the Oval Office is nothing more than an honored guest. A temporary caretaker.
The President is our servant. Not our Caesar.
Respectfully, Hunter
P.S. Cage match between me and Don Jr.? Your call on the venue. Anywhere but the South Lawn.
I’m noticing a theme… everything Zionists have accused Russia of, Israel is actually involved in.
An Israeli citizen, Ori Solomon, was operating illegal bio labs in Las Vegas.
Now we learn Israel is interfering in elections.
Color me shocked.
Bolshevism became Zionism.
My God.
This Israeli witness described a scene in which a group of Palestinians dragged a woman from a vehicle, raped her and mocked her throughout the attack.
The woman was then brutally murdered with a knife, after which … the sexual abuse continued. After she was dead.
The same group later encountered a man and woman attempting to flee and killed them using axes and knives
Palestinian civilians who participated in the October 7 attacks arrived carrying weapons such as axes and knives and were intent on inflicting extreme sexual violence against Jewish victims.
Donald Trump acaba de firmar un acuerdo de paz con Irán donde se cumplen todas las pretensiones iraníes:
-Se liberan los activos congelados de Irán.
-Se levanta el bloqueo naval de Estados Unidos.
-Israel se retira y abandona completamente el Líbano.
-Estados Unidos compensa económicamente a Teherán por los daños.
-Estados Unidos baja la cabeza y acepta que no va a poder remover el gobierno de los Ayatollahs.
Todo para que el régimen iraní reabra el estrecho de Ormuz que estaba abierto antes de que empiece la guerra. Trump perdió decenas de hombres, aviones, vehículos, radares, drones y millones de dólares. Esta es una de las peores catástrofes militares en décadas para Estados Unidos.
No hay otra palabra que se me ocurra que no sea HUMILLACIÓN.